The Recital

Eclectic mind,
   Can't write one f*****g rhyme
     Songs of love turned to lust
       My issues with trust
         I chain-smoke
       Hoping to die a different bloke
     Drown out the spirits in my mind
   With the smoothest spirits and wine
When I'm done chasing my tail
   I'll tell you the saddest of tales
     It will be mine
       And I'll have worn it well.
         Besides, what is any of this
       But one big recital for hell.